the fact that I'm tired, sick and sleepy.

So,

• T-Day went by very smoothly. True's parents went over Vader's and we all had a civilized and nice afternoon. During some moment of the event I fell into fear due to my bro who was busy churning out jokes. Every time I heard the phrase, "...well, there once was a drunk..." I had to keep looking at him and say "PG! PG!".

• The rest of the weekend was long and boring.

• I tried to avoid the stores at all cost, but ended up taking Vader to the mall early on Saturday so she could do her X-mas Shopping. Miss C came along. Halfway through Walmart as she beated me with a sharp object I thought that just maybe I could suffer from the syndrome called: massochismdelirium. Alas, we all survived, but I don't think Vader will be wanting us to join her in anymore shopping.

• I caught up on my winter cleaning and got the X-Mas Tree up and running.

• I also managed to fix up the kid's room which is now officially Spongebob Squarepants territory.

• I tried to convince her with the Disney's princesses to no avail.

• Mickey had a plus one, or plus two...I saw another swoosh by me in the living room yesterday night. I think a cat might be in order right about now.

• True and I have been busy and although we've been spending lots of time together I feel as thought it's been time not used well enough.

• I must confess that on Sunday afternoon I was gnawing the arm off the couch.

• I been feeling under the weather these past fews days and I think my body is demanding some much needed rest, but with the Kid, the boyfriend, the holidays and mickey's plus one, who can manage to shut an eye?